Terry's 3M's

Someone wrote me the other day and said that he couldn't see all of my entry because it was straying onto the border. Well, I'd like to accomodate him, but, right now, it's been a LONG weekend and quite frankly, I'm too tired to look up the html to put a table within a table.

On Friday, Delton got some sheet metal to turn into a breeder box for Tabitha because she was due any day. He made two metal boxes to fit into the downstairs closet. On Saturday, he made wooden bumpers so that she wouldn't lay down flush with the wall and accidently squash a pup.

I have to do this because there are some sites that I want to give awards to--but, they couldn't be rated G.

One site that I plan on giving an award to is a site belonging to a woman with DID. DID stands for Disassociative Identity Disorder or multiple personalities. The background history of this woman needs to be rated R.

In case there are any very conservative Christians out there who still think that DID is possession and not an illness, I want to be perfectly clear in stating that I do NOT think it is possession. In fact, I have personal knowledge of at least 3 people with DID. It is caused by trauma-- usually at a very young age. Most of the time, the person is DID as a young child, but, not diagnosed as such until adulthood.

In one of the cases, I thought that some things were peculiar with this person as a child and I thought that some of this person's behavior as an adult was very odd. Actually, I had lost my temper at this person for doing some things that I perceived to be extremely stupid/unwise. After the confirmed diagnosis, however, it made sense. The person doing these foolish acts did so because of lack of knowledge of the some of the preceeding acts that made the decisions uninformed and unwise.

I know that this sounds a bit obtuse, but, I really don't want to reveal the identity of this person. One day, this person may decide to put up a web page about it--but, that is not my decision to make.

DID is an illness that can be treated. The cure happens when the personalities that hold the disturbing memories are reintegrated into the person.

My son came in crying Saturday afternoon. He told me that he had had an accident on his bike. Oh, boy, did he ever! He'd had a run in with a bush that left scratches. The most disturbing of these scratches were 3 of them on his face. One stretching from his mouth almost to his ear. And then there were at least a dozen scratches on his arm. (Thank God he wasn't wearing shorts!)

About an hour later he came in crying and said, "This is my worstest day, Mom!" Turns out that he was standing under a basketball hoop when a neighbor kid made a basket--and the ball bounced right off Johnny's head.

Then, about 7:35, Tabitha had her first puppy. At 8:02, the next arrived. Of course this meant that there was no way that the kids were going to go to sleep-- even if we did send them to bed.

The girls got tired first and went to bed somewhere around 10:30. My son fell asleep in my bed at around midnight. When I picked him up to carry him into his own bed, he kept his eyes closed while trying to tell me that he had tricked me and he really wasn't tired or asleep. Could have fooled me! He was out for the night 5 seconds after his head touched his pillow.

Tabitha had had 8 puppies by 1 AM and she decided that she had to go outside and go to the bathroom. Bryan went to bed about 1:30.

My VCR started to act up at about that time. It was rewinding and spitting out tapes without playing them.

Delton moved some of the tapes to in front of my clock radio in order to get a better look at the VCR. After about a half hour, he gave up on it.

He and Faye stayed up for awhile with Tabitha and her puppies.

I stayed in bed and I read. (Remember? I want to get those 4 books read by June 2nd. I'm on the second book.) When I got up for a potty break, I moved the tapes so that I could see the clock. 5 AM!!! I had no idea that it was so late!

I felt it, though, when 2 and a half hours later, the kids woke me up. One of the puppies had died. But, when I went to count the remaining puppies at 7:45--it looked like there were more than 8. Around noon, another puppy died. It looked as though it had just been born. Another count of the puppies revealed that there were 9 puppies still alive! Apparently, she had had them after we all went to sleep the night before and the 11th one died because it was born so much later than the others.

So, of course there was much excitement yesterday and the kids had to be repeated told to leave Tabitha and her puppies alone.

Oh, yeah--I did get a nap in yesterday afternoon--for about an hour and a half. But, I was still overtired--and crabby.

Well, I think I'll close now. I gotta get the kids up for school.

Another item I didn't put in here--Johnny turned 8 this past week!

Thanks to for the border background set.